The fifty years of carefree indulgence?
Qin Liuxi took a sip of yellow wine, then lifted her head with a somewhat inscrutable smile and said, "You wouldn't think that just a bit of soul breath constitutes everything, would you?"
Feng Xiu's brow twitched.
"It's only a bit of soul breath, a soul thought, not even qualifying as a residual soul. The merit and wishing power required to condense it into a soul is as much as nurturing a residual soul," Qin Liuxi sighed, "My bit of soul breath is just lingering in the Nascent Soul's Divine Mansion, not even achieving the dual-soul unity with her."
Not to mention Feng Xiu, even Yu Changkong, although a Great Scholar, never neglected his cultivation over the years, he understood the implication of her words.
